CALL ME MAS!

Just Scribbles Mas Pras

A letter in a pink envelope, tied to a hemp rope.

💌

For you,

beloved wife.

That night I was just a prasetya.

Just young and very ordinary.

Hi, Britney

You know what made me fall in love?

Hems, it's embarrassing to say it.

But I really fell in love, when you called me with the word Mas.

Mas Pras, and it made me fall in love.

It was pounding, the smile from your lips made me look down embarrassed.

You must think of me, just a young man who has not had much experience, but I know how to captivate your heart and your feelings.

Am I wrong? When I consider myself older than you? It's true! I'm younger than you, but I'm still your husband.

I will not be above you, but I will be by your side, nor do I want to be the husband who only governs you, but I want to share my feelings with you, in your joys and sorrows.

I'm sorry for all my flaws.

I'm grateful, even if it's only in a rented house, but you want to put yourself in.

I'm so happy, thank you for accepting what's going on right now.

From me, your husband.

Who loves you so much.

I love you

Prasetya Wardana

First Night

The night of the clash with the dorm mantra,

With all their hearts and love, both,

Guiding in on rights and obligations,

Two guys fuck in a spoiled cuddle,

Blend the passion that binds the taste,

Enjoyment on the first night.

Smooth hand touching soft,

Desiran quickly reaches out for favors,

Red hue on his face,

Hiding the taste,

Flavor?? The taste is no longer a night decoration, though,

It is a promise and must be fulfilled.

He, who was ashamed to hide his face,

His voice teased me even more.

I smiled and he said,

Mom, I want some more.

Shhst....

No need to ask for it, please,

I am happy

Will always spoil you.

Karya : Mas Pras the maximum.